Love
it's why we're here
and it's what we live for but
it's been around here for longer than you or I

there is a something that we have
love, yes
but love is old AND new
it is discovered and created
it existed before but our love is of our own making

the sheer inadequacy of our capacity is overwhelming
and yet we are invited to take part in it
a person in need
a heart lost
a lover desired
these are all opportunities
in which love comes like a thief in the night
to give you everything you never thought you had to give
the fragility of life
the urgency of time
our own hearts cry out for this

Why do we refuse?
because sense becomes reason
and the reasons to stay safe pile up
BUT brother, sister, remember your heart
the days of your youth
you had hope once
you loved freely